Tyler pulls out of my mouth for a moment, and I can finally glance down.
Clay. It’s Clay inside of me. His eyes are locked on me and Tyler. On Tyler’s cock in my mouth. And it’s obviously turning him on.
I try to concentrate on Tyler. I suck and lick and let him fuck my mouth with abandon. It’s dirty and rough and I love every second of it.
Tyler’s grip on my hair tightens almost painfully, and he pushes himself farther into my mouth. My eyes water, as Tyler comes hard, sending a spurt of seed into my mouth and throat. Another orgasm crashes into me when I taste him.
Never in my life would I have expected this out of myself. That I could be so turned on by more than one man taking me at a time. But I love it. I feel like I’m at the center of their universe.
And then they’re moving me. Tyler pulls from my mouth and helps the other men reposition me onto my hands and knees on the bed.
Clay drives himself into me and he bumps my cervix. I cry out at the sensation. It’s not something I’ve ever liked before, but I’m so turned on, so lost in the moment, that the momentary pain is delicious. I get lost in him for a long moment. Lost in the feeling of him riding me with abandon.
Then someone slides a finger under my chin, and urges me to look up. I lock eyes with Trey.
Kneeling in front of me, he is stroking his long thick cock. “Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about fucking that beautiful mouth of yours?”
Before I can even think that through, let alone come up with some kind of response, he’s pushing his hard dick between my lips. I can taste myself from earlier in the day, but that realization only spurs me on, turning me on more. I open my throat and push myself forward, trying to relax my gag reflex. Above me, Trey moans.
Behind me, Clay’s fingers dig into my hips, and he fucks me harder.
“Such a nice, tight pussy,” he grinds out. Tyler and Josh are close, playing with my breasts and clit. Urging me to come again. I don’t know if I can.
And then I feel Clay come hard, deep inside of me. He curses as he comes, grinding into me. I gasp and my throat opens even more. Trey, seeming unable to help himself, begins to fuck my throat. I don’t fight it. I’m all about embracing things today. Taking chances. Continuing to go with this even if it scares me a little.
I trust these men. More than I’ve trusted anyone.
Clay is still inside of me when someone pinches my clit roughly, over and over again, I try to pull away from Trey. Now it really is too much. But he just looks down at me, gaze intense with need. “Let go, sweetheart. We’ve got you.”
I come, harder I think than I’ve ever come before. The whole world disappears, and I hear Trey going over the edge as well. I feel him fill my mouth with his seed. I swallow furiously, unable to do anything else as my whole body shakes with the power of my orgasm.
Trey and Clay both pull out of my body, and I collapse on the bed. The world seems far away as the men move me into a more comfortable position. I feel the bed flex as they all settle around me. No doubt they’re exhausted, as well.
“It’s time to upgrade all the guest suites to king beds, stat,” Tyler says, exhaustion plain in his tone.
We all laugh, and no one disagrees. And I fall asleep with my men surrounding me, holding me, giving me kisses.
Chapter 14
Joshua
Two hours after what has to have been the most incredible experience of my life, I swipe a hand towel over my foggy bathroom mirror in a vain attempt to see what I’m doing so I can shave.
Trey, Clay, Tyler and I all manage to fit on the bed with Jessa for over an hour after we were with her. But the queen-sized bed keeps us from spending the rest of the day there—it just isn’t big enough for the five of us. So, after a few kisses, we send Jessa to her shower while we promise to do the same.
I put my glasses on and run my fingers through my hair, mind still whirling. I glance at the mirror but it’s fogged over completely again. Shaving can wait until morning—a little scruff never hurt anyone. I walk out to my bedroom and dig for some clothes. My laptop waits for me on top of my dresser, but for the first time in a very long time, I have no desire to get any work done.
How can it only be late afternoon? It feels like my whole life has changed in a few short hours. Sharing Jessa with my brothers wasn’t weird like I thought it might be. We were in sync. It was... perfect.
I shake off the thought. Jessa will be leaving in a couple of days. Getting emotionally involved with her—any more than I already am—is a bad idea. I need to hold myself back and keep this thing to being mostly physical. It’s probably for the best that she’ll be out of our lives soon. Because as perfect as this afternoon was, it’s hard to say if we could really make a go of it long term. But regardless, I intend to make the most of our time together. And I know my brothers probably feel the same way.
I head downstairs and find out that everyone else has done the same. No doubt their stomachs are all rumbling too. We’re early for dinner.
“Did you all skip lunch?” BethAnn admonishes us, shaking a wooden spoon. “You’re all lucky I finished cooking dinner early, or else you’d starve.”
“Never on your watch,” I tell her, grinning.
She harrumphs at me and tells us all to sit. Jessa tries to arg